Box Set: Rune Alexander- Vol. 1-3 (Rune Alexander Box Set)

by Laken Cane

  She understood then why he was so gentle with her. He would have scented or sensed something different about her, would have suspected all along.

  And somehow she felt less alone and a little less gloomy, despite the fact that Rice asked for her badge. “Temporary. Just until we get to the bottom of the attack on Jeremy and straighten out this mess with the media.”

  She’d shrugged and handed over her badge. What else could she do?

  Ellis jumped up when she walked into SCRU and pulled her to him for one of his exasperating hugs. “The news—”

  She smiled and winked. “I know, baby. But soon everything will go back to normal.”

  “Did you see the reporters out front?”

  “See them? I had to shoot a couple of them.”

  “Rune!”

  “I’m kidding.” Not that she hadn’t been tempted. One of them had asked her why she was going into SCRU. “You were fired, of course?”

  Ellis didn’t look convinced. “They have people out there from all over the state.”

  “I saw.”

  He patted her back. “You know how it is when they discover an Other has been fooling them.”

  “Yeah. They go ape shit for a while, then something more interesting comes along to distract them.”

  “It’ll be okay, sweetness.”

  “It’s not as bad as it could be.” If they get that video… “I’d always thought if anyone even suspected I’d just lie down and die from the shame.”

  “When you accept yourself it’s not going to matter at all what they think.”

  I wouldn’t go that far. “So. Mitch reluctantly agreed to send me out.”

  He grinned. “We got a call a couple hours ago about an abduction. Mother claimed her teenager was taken by wolves. False alarm.”

  “Dammit.”

  “Don’t be too disappointed. Half an hour ago Mitch told me we got another call. It may be a false alarm as well, but we can go check it out.”

  “What was it? And what we?”

  “Caller said someone hung a wolf from a tree on Hawthorne Ridge.”

  “Shit,” she muttered. “Okay, I’ll call you when I’m—”

  “I’m going with you. That’s what I meant by we.”

  “No, Ellie. You don’t belong in the field.”

  “Hush your mouth, girl. I’m going. Even Mitch thought it was a good idea.”

  That surprised her. “Why the fuck would he think that?”

  He shrugged. “You’d need some company right now, honey.”

  She knew he wasn’t crazy about her facing the world alone while those in it were determined to hound her, so she let him be.

  Humans catching and hanging Others wasn’t as rare as one would think. Terrible for the Others but it wasn’t likely any danger or excitement waited for her and Ellis in Hawthorne.

  Mitch stuck his head out his office door and waved her inside. “I just…”

  She frowned, confused by his obvious awkwardness. “What is it?”

  He couldn’t look at her. “I have to take the guns, Rune.”

  Ellis put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “You’ll get them back.”

  “Of course,” Mitch agreed. “Of course you will.”

  Rice had been as awkward when he’d asked for her badge. Now she had to give up her guns.

  She wasn’t worried. They weren’t getting rid of her. It was just a matter of lying low for a little while. She could do that. Maybe.

  She shrugged and put both her guns on his desk. “You’re not getting my shivs.”

  He held up a hand. “Don’t want them. Not at all. I’m sorry about this. If Rice finds out I’m letting you check out Hawthorne he’ll have my job.”

  “I’ll be sure not to tattle,” she told him, only a little peeved but a lot sarcastic. She didn’t want to mention that he was taking away a lot of her protection—forcing her to hand over her guns while letting her go out. Still, she’d asked to go, and if she argued he’d force her to go home. “Thanks, Mitch.”

  Ellis urged her from the room.

  “Terribly sorry,” Mitch called after them.

  She and Ellis headed toward the ridge. Too bad Z and the others were asleep. If someone really had hung a wolf on Hawthorne Ridge, she’d need to discuss with the crew. Sooner rather than later.

  Hell, if there was a hanging wolf on the ridge, she’d call the crew in anyway. It wasn’t like they weren’t used to missing a little sleep.

  If she knew Raze, he wouldn’t have slept more than a couple of hours anyway.

  She stopped only to grab a coffee from a fast-food restaurant before driving on, happy to be heading out of the city.

  It was pretty this time of year, decorated to within an inch of its life for the holidays, but it was still the city. At times the ugly buildings, bustle, and concrete of the city drained her. She craved the woods and the soothing quietness of the more rural parts of River County.

  Hawthorne Ridge was beautiful. “Maybe I’ll buy a house out there,” she told Ellis, “and give up my ugly house in the city.”

  “Get a big one and we can be roomies.”

  “Really?”

  “Sure, why not?”

  “I’d like that.”

  “Maybe we can buy up the old Wilson place and move all the crew in.” He grinned, but she had a feeling he was completely serious. Ellis did not seek solitude. For him, solitude was locking your bedroom door for an hour or so.

  “Hmmm,” was all she said, but she was not against moving to Hawthorne. And having those she loved near her? Hmmm. She’d been shifted from home to home after she’d been introduced into foster care. The idea of a steady, happy family was very appealing.

  It was less than a half hour from the office if she drove slowly—and she was not a slow driver.

  Maybe a new beginning.

  “What are you thinking so hard about?” Ellis asked her.

  “Oh, stuff. Starting over, shit like that.” She avoided looking at him as her cheeks heated. “The crew living together…”

  He reached over to pat her hand. “Awwww.”

  “Shut up.”

  He giggled, then hid his mouth behind his fingers when she glared at him. “Sorry.”

  She glanced in her rearview mirror. “We’re being followed.”

  “Reporter?”

  “Yup. He seems to have taken a liking to me.” She was only half joking.

  “Stop the car. I’ll go back and tell him to get lost.”

  She laughed.

  “What?” He stuck his bottom lip out. “Do you think I wouldn’t?”

  “Sing us the rest of the way to Hawthorne, love.”

  He did, his soft, melodious voice filling the car, soothing her even as it somehow saddened her. That probably had a lot to do with the fact that he was singing a haunting old bluegrass song.

  “Bluegrass, Ellie? Seriously?”

  He just winked and kept on singing.

  She drove onto the ridge and straight through the little village. The wolf had been spotted on the edge of the town in a huge abandoned pasture adjoined on two sides by woods.

  The reporter didn’t seem to care that she knew he was tailing her.

  Fuck him. If he wanted to waste his time, that was his business. But if he interfered with hers, she would hurt him.

  She parked at the edge of the field, shielding her eyes as she studied the trees. The day was cold but sunny, and the sun sent little needles of pain into her eyeballs.

  For a moment she paused. Was it getting more uncomfortable for her, the sun?

  “Stay here, Ellie. I’ll be back in a few.”

  He snorted, reached behind her seat, and pulled out a sword. “No way, lady.” And as though afraid she might really force him to stay behind, he jumped out of the SUV and trotted away from the car.

  Afraid he’d accidentally cut his—or her—head off, she pulled one of her smaller shivs and traded him.

  “If anything happens here, Ellie
, promise me you’ll go back to the car.”

  “I promise.”

  She sighed, then concentrated on finding the wolf. They’d walked through the meadow and were just inside the woods without sighting anything. There were occasional trees dotting the field, but no wolves were hanging from any of them.

  Behind them the rise of the ridge rose in a gentle reminder of how far they’d gone.

  “Rune,” Ellis said.

  She glanced at him. His expression solemn, he pointed toward his right.

  Half hidden by other trees, a dark shape could just be made out between the branches. “Damn. You have some amazing eyes.”

  The wolf was half shifted, as though he’d been hung as a human and was trying his hardest to call his shift so he could save himself. If he’d been strung up with silver, even a half shift would have been almost impossible—yet there he was.

  She felt a chill of unease before she actually saw the second wolf, in his human form, hanging in a different tree behind the first.

  Then she saw the third, and the fourth.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered.

  Bad, bad things were about to happen.

  And she was not even close to being ready.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  “Rune?” Ellis’s whisper was filled with terror and dread. “Are they all dead?”

  Chills ran like lightning streaks down her spine. “What the fuck?” Suddenly she wished she hadn’t arrived without backup.

  She dug into her jacket pocket for her cell. Her men weren’t far, and if they hurried they could be here in half an hour, forty-five minutes at the most.

  Ellis’s voice was full of panic. “Behind you.”

  She dropped the cell as she spun, pulling a wicked, nine-inch shiv with her left hand and bringing up the sword with her right.

  “Run, Ellis.”

  Her cell rang, and she heard Ellis’s agitation when he answered.

  On the hill behind her they waited, a huge band of Dark Others. Shifters of all types, even a couple of trolls.

  The Dark Others had come to River County with a plan.

  The way she figured it, she was dead.

  She didn’t want Ellis to join her. God please no.

  They were spread out on the hill with the sun above them, and she made a quick guess that they numbered around fifty. Her against fifty Others. She did not like those odds.

  Was it just coincidence and bad luck that she’d ended up facing them, and worse, facing them alone? She didn’t think so.

  As if on cue, Ellis pulled at her sleeve. “That was Strad. He said don’t go near Hawthorne. Jeremy hired the shifters to destroy the Others. Mercenaries.” His voice came out in a squeaky, terrified whisper.

  She could relate.

  It all made sense now.

  Jeremy would have known chances were good she’d come check out the hanging wolves. He’d set her up. He’d planned on destroying the Others, and she was one of them.

  Did Jeremy have ties to COS?

  Without a doubt.

  “Don’t be naive, Rune. Not everyone wants a world full of fucking monsters.”

  “Fuck me,” she whispered.

  “Strad’s coming,” Ellis whispered. “The crew is coming.”

  They’d better hurry the fuck up.

  If she fell, so would the city.

  And she was going to fall.

  Dammit Rune, don’t forget who you are.

  Abruptly a man separated himself from the line of supernaturals and walked forward just a little.

  He pulled something from his pocket, and she realized he had a cell phone when he held it to his ear.

  Her phone began to ring.

  “Fuck you,” she muttered, and took her cell from Ellis.

  “Hello, Rune,” Jeremy said. From his place on the ridge he sent her a mocking wave.

  “You piece of garbage.” Her throat was so thick it was hard to push the words through. “Let Ellis go back to the car.”

  She felt a touch on her sleeve. Ellis stood beside her, deathly pale, but his face was set in familiar lines.

  “Ellis, go to the car. You promised.”

  But he looked at her, his brown eyes too wide and too calm, and shook his head. “I won’t leave you.”

  “Your little gay buddy is a monster lover, Rune. He’s going to share your fate. Sorry.”

  “Why, Jeremy?” As if she didn’t know.

  “I told you not everyone wants to live with monsters. They don’t belong here. You don’t belong here.”

  He sounded so calm, so reasonable.

  “Please let Ellis go.”

  “I don’t think so.” He was enjoying himself.

  “Backup is coming. You’re not getting away with this, Jeremy. Mitch will—”

  His laughter rang loudly enough for her to have heard it without the phone. He turned and motioned to someone behind him. “Mitch will what?”

  “No,” she said. “No.”

  Jeremy handed him the phone. “Say hello.”

  Mitch walked up to stand beside Jeremy. She couldn’t see his eyes but could tell he was staring at the ground. How the fuck did you fool me, Mitch?

  But she knew. He’d fooled her because he wasn’t really an evil man. In his mind what he was doing was right. Best for mankind.

  He cleared his throat. “Rune. I’m really sorry about this, but Jeremy is right. The monsters don’t belong in our world. Sacrifices have to be made. I’m so sorry.”

  Thing was, he sounded sorry.

  “No fucking way,” Ellis murmured. “No fucking way.”

  One of the hanging wolves howled. The wolves. Obviously some of them were still alive. If she could cut them down, they’d help her. She hoped.

  She turned and ran for the wolves.

  With screams, howls, and voices filled with bloodlust, the Dark Others went for her. She could feel their rotten breath on her neck. Her skin crawled and her flesh shrank away as they reached for her. She could feel them right there.

  She glanced over her shoulder. The Others had not moved.

  She raised her sword and brought it down on the rope dangling a wolf from the tree. When he fell she sliced through the silver around his neck and in seconds, he had shifted.

  He rose unsteadily and with a quick look toward the Dark Others, ran the fuck out of there.

  “Wait!” But her cries went unheeded. The wolf was terrified and wasn’t going to stick around for certain death.

  From the ridge behind her came laughter, boisterous and wicked. They’d known the hanging wolves would be too traumatized to help her.

  The second wolf she cut down was dead, and the third ran after the first.

  “Fuck,” she yelled. “Fucking wolves.”

  “They’re moving, Rune,” Ellis called.

  There was no more time to seek help from the wolves. She stood beside Ellis, her blades ready. He shook with fear, but his face was determined. He wasn’t going anywhere. Even if he decided to run for the car now, it was too late.

  The Dark Others came down the hill slowly, inexorably, deliberately. Her only hope was that they’d ignore Ellis and go after her. But she knew better.

  They’d destroy Ellis and her, and then they’d go after the town.

  And finally, in her desperation, her monster came.

  Ellis stumbled backward and hit the ground hard, his eyes wide and filled with terrified disbelief as he stared up at her.

  “Ellie?” she frowned. “It’s me.”

  “God. Rune?”

  As though it wasn’t really her at all.

  Shit.

  Her heart broke. “Ellie?”

  Shame clouded his eyes as he climbed to his feet. “I didn’t mean it.” His gaze went to the killers behind her.

  His face was pale, full of a resignation she’d never before seen in him. Ellis was the ultimate optimist.

  But it was as if he knew they were going to die and had accepted it.

  He held his
little blade out before him.

  The image of him resolute before the oncoming Dark Others with his blade out, that image would never leave her.

  She would protect him.

  Her monster would protect them both.

  Rage covered her brain, spreading to her very soul, and she turned away from Ellis eagerly. To fight. To kill. That was the Other in her.

  He’d been suppressed for such a very, very long time.

  She smiled. Not he. Referring to her monster as “he” had been only another subconscious attempt to distance herself from it, to separate the girl Rune from the monster…Rune.

  Her.

  I am my monster and my monster is me.

  She turned to face the Dark Others and didn’t wait for them to reach her—she ran to meet them.

  She was bursting out of her skin with energy and eagerness. One of her fangs ripped into her bottom lip, and she licked the blood away, unable to stop the smile of…

  The smile of death.

  Hello, baby.

  Delight filled her as the Dark Others slowed, bloodlust changing to hesitation, to fear. They were afraid of her.

  They fucking should be.

  “Not in my city,” she screamed, and with speeds she’d only ever seen in vampires, she ran.

  And in the midst of a few dozen Dark Others, she fought the way she’d been born to fight.

  Flesh and bone gave beneath the lethal strength of her claws, teeth, and fists, and she realized vaguely that her shivs were gone. That was okay. She didn’t need them.

  She was not afraid.

  Each kick didn’t just send an Other flying—her kick exploded the Other as it connected. She was strong, she was incredible, she was invincible.

  She wasn’t just Other. She was Other supercharged.

  She could save everyone.

  And she wanted Jeremy. He was hers to kill.

  Pain registered, but she was too deep into the fight to care. They outnumbered her. There was going to be some damage.

  Sounds intruded from above and she glanced up, her eyes unblinking against the harshness of the sun. There was a monster in the sky.

  Not a monster.

  A helicopter.

  Then there was nothing else. No sound, no pain, no thought. Just the slashing and cutting and the scent of blood in the air.

  “You get the silence through violence and sex, Rune…”